Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
BLUE
Irock up onto my knees, tearing at the close of my jeans, hands shaking with how much I want her.
Need her.
“Yes, now. Inside me now,” Bea pants, rolling onto her side, gazing at me over her shoulder. “From behind? So, the baby isn’t in the way?”
“Yes,” I agree, shedding the rest of my clothes as quickly as possible.
Then, I’m behind her on my side, cradling her close. She reaches back, fingers digging into my thigh, clawing me closer as I guide my cock into her slickness. And fuck, the feel of her against the tip of me is nearly enough. Nearly enough to end this in an instant.
I curse. Exhale. Hold my lungs empty until they start to burn.
Only then, when I’m good and distracted by the ache in my chest, do I push in—slow, agonizingly slow, torturing us both. But it’s sweet. Damn, it’s sweet…almost as sweet as the sound of my name wrenching from her throat as her head falls back against my shoulder.
“Good, baby?” I ask, kissing her temple.
“So good,” she says, a shiver working through her as I bottom out. “And I love it when you call me baby.”
“I love it when you tell me I’ve been a good boy,” I confess, the words out before I can second-guess them.
She glances back again. I can’t see her face from this position, but I hear the smile in her voice as she asks, “You do? Really?”
“Really. I like you bossy. Bossy and telling me how to please you.” I pull out, then glide back in, still slow, still careful. She’s so tight it’s almost painful, a velvet vise clutching every inch of me. “And I like knowing I’ve made the boss happy.”
“You make the boss very happy,” she says, arching into my next thrust with a moan. “But I like it when you’re the boss, too. And I love it when you can’t control yourself. When you want me so much, you’re rough with me, and fuck me like a freight train. Like on your kitchen table the first night.”
“Me, too. But not tonight,” I say, fighting the urge to take her harder, deeper. To give in to the wildfire that’s always just beneath the surface when our clothes come off. “We need to rein it in until the baby comes.”
“Then you’ll fuck me like an animal?” she asks sweetly. The contrast between her filthy mind and that honeyed voice is almost enough to make me forget about control. To forget everything except how much I love fucking this woman.
How much I love her. Period.
“Yes, baby.” I drive into her as deep as I dare, heavy thrusts that bury me to the hilt and summon sharp gasps from her lungs. “Anything you want. Everything you want. Love you so fucking much, Bea.”
“Love you, too,” she pants, pushing back into me as much as she’s able with the baby limiting her range of motion.
The baby.
Our baby.
Bean is really ours now.
I reach around Bea, letting my palm rest on the dome of her belly as I continue to move, my heart overflowing. Her stomach is even tighter than usual, harder. Probably from all the orgasms. From how much I’m making my girl come for me.
Come until she’s so wet, my cock is soaked.
Come until she’s so sensitive, she gasps as my fingers brush her clit, “Again, I’m about to come again.”
“Yes. Yes, come for me again,” I chant as I grip her hip for leverage. I give her everything, every thrust a promise, every groan a confession that she’s ruined me for anyone else.
“Now, now,” she cries out, her fingers digging into my thigh again, this time hard enough to sting. “Archer, oh my—”
Her words cut off with a strangled sound as she goes rigid against me, her pussy clamping down on my cock in violent waves.
The clutch and squeeze is the match that lights the fuse.
I follow her over, black spots blooming at the edge of my vision as I bury myself deep.
With my forehead pressed to the back of her neck, I pour everything I have into her, filling her with thick jets so powerful my entire body shakes from the force of it.
It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
The most intense lovemaking I’ve ever been a part of.
Then, beneath my palm, just as we’re catching our breath, Bean does a slow, sleepy roll.
My heart skips a beat. I start to pull away, but Beatrice covers my hand with hers. “It’s okay. Stay. Feel her.”
I swallow, wonder filling my chest as Bean shifts again, and what feels like a tiny heel shoves against my palm. “Is that her…foot?”
“Maybe.” Beatrice hums in amusement, her fingers threading between mine. “Or an elbow maybe? She’s getting so wadded up in there, it’s hard to tell.”
“And it really doesn’t hurt her?” I ask again, just to be one thousand percent sure.
“No, not at all,” Bea says. “I think it relaxes her, actually. She always seems more chill after I…you know.”
“I do know,” I say, smiling. “But it’s cute that you’re being shy about saying ‘come’ when you just begged me to fuck you like an animal.”
She giggles as she turns over her shoulder, shifting forward on the mattress until our eyes meet.
“I did not! I didn’t beg.” She sniffs, lifting her chin primly before she adds, “I very nicely asked that you fit some animalistic fucking of your girlfriend into your schedule once I’ve recovered from childbirth. That’s all.”
Girlfriend…
The way my blood pressure reacts to that word would make half the team roll their eyes. Or vomit.
Maybe both.
But I don’t care. The people who matter—Parker, Grammercy, Jean-Louis, Dean, and a handful of others—would get it. They know what it’s like to love like this, like it’s the only thing that’s real.
The only thing that matters.
“Once my girlfriend is ready for animalistic, I’ll turn my world upside down to make sure she gets the fucking she deserves,” I promise, kissing Bea’s cheek. “And I’ll tell her how much I love her. And how proud I am of her. And what a beautiful baby she made.”
Bea’s fingers tighten on mine. “What if she’s not beautiful? What if our features combine to make a baby that looks like Charlie Brown?”
I arch a brow. “Charlie Brown?”
“I could see a world where Charlie Brown is a possibility,” she says, her gaze tracking critically over my face. “My nose and your forehead? My chin and your mouth? My aunt Cathy’s beady eyes?”
I smile wider. “That’s not very nice. I bet Aunt Cathy has lovely eyes.”
“That’s a bet you would lose. And Aunt Cathy is an insufferable gossip who has zero respect for my privacy, so it’s okay to judge her beady eyes.”
“Valid,” I agree. “But, of course.”
Her brows lift. “Of course, what?”
“Of course I’ll adore Bean. Love her. Be proud of her. Even if she looks like Charlie Brown on his worst day, she’ll still be our beautiful girl.”
Eyes shining, Bea’s lips tremble into a smile. “Aw, that was exactly the right thing to say. Again. You’re getting good at that.”
“I meant it,” I say, hugging Bea—and Bean—closer. “I’m not going to mess this up again, I promise.”
“Me, either,” she says, her smile steadying. “I’m glad we decided to be in love.”
“Me, too.” I laugh, making my cock twitch inside her, and both of us wince. “Let me go grab a washcloth and a towel. Be right back to clean you up.”
She grips my wrist. “No. Not yet. Stay. Just a few more minutes. I like feeling you inside me.”
“I like being inside you,” I say, relaxing back onto the mattress and pulling the duvet cover over our cooling bodies. “It might be my favorite thing in the entire world, in fact.”
She exhales a satisfied sigh. “Mine, too. So, tell me more about what you like to do to me on the beach in your dreams.”
I do.
And she gets very excited, insisting the beach I’m describing sounds exactly like a beach she used to visit on the Isle of Arran, not far from the whisky distillery she toured her first week there.
“Did you try the whisky?” I ask.
“Just the tiniest sip, but it was good,” she says. “Really good. We’ll go back while we’re there next year and have a full glass.”
I blink. “Next year?”
“Yes, we have to go for a visit. I promised my friends I’d come back next summer.
In June or July, most likely. They’re dying to meet Bean.
” She snuggles closer. “I bet they’ll be pretty excited about meeting you, too.
We can rent my old cottage and get Hamish Jr. and Rory to babysit a couple of times while we’re there.
They’re so sweet, and babysit their little cousins all the time.
That way we can stay out late and make your fantasy a reality at the dunes after everyone else has left for the day. ”
“Sounds perfect,” I say.
And it does. God, it does.
So perfect, I’m a little scared.
Before, I would have pushed the fear away. Or, at the very least, hidden it from Bea. Instead, I confess, “It scares me a little… How perfect it sounds.”
“Why? Because you think I’m not serious?” she asks, stroking idle fingers up and down my arm as I continue to hold Bean.
Just…hold her. Cradle her. Let her know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again.
Not if I can help it.
I might not be able to help it, though.
“No,” I say. “I know you’re serious. It’s not about that. Or even us. I guess I never got used to the future being something I could count on. As a kid, it just…wasn’t. Even now, I could be injured or traded at any time. My life, my future, it’s still only partly in my hands, you know?”
She hums thoughtfully. “I can see that. But I think that’s the same for everyone, whether they want to admit it or not. What’s that saying? People make plans, and God laughs?”
I grunt. “Good point.”
She covers my hand again. “But I know you probably had a lot more uncertainty than most people did while you were growing up. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here, okay?”
I tense, but I don’t pull away. “Thanks, but I don’t think I will. I don’t want to give the past any more power. It already cast such a long shadow. It took years to get out from under it. Those people don’t deserve another minute of my life. Not another second.”
Bea turns, summoning a sound of protest from low in my throat as my cock slips from inside her.
But then she’s back in my arms, face-to-face, cupping my cheek as she whispers, “I hear you. I just want you to know that you can talk to me. About anything. Always.”
“I do know.” I smile as I add, “Talking isn’t as hard as it used to be.”
She laughs as her hand slides from my face to rest it on my chest. “I believe you. You talk way wayyyyy more than you used to. I like it.” She leans in, pressing a kiss to my right pec, my left pec, then the center of my chest, right over my heart.
“It turns me on, actually. All your sexy talking in that deep sexy voice…”
Her kisses drift lower, lower, until I ask, “Are you sure, Bea? I’m a mess.”
“You’re my mess.” She kisses the skin below my navel, making my breath catch and my erection surge the rest of the way back to life. “And I need to blow you for my mental health. Like Clover said in her note. Now, please lie back, relax, and enjoy it.”
Threading a gentle hand into her hair, I murmur, “Well, if it’s for your mental health… How can I refuse?”
I can’t. I don’t. And coming inside her mouth, watching her throat work as she swallows me down, is enough to seal the deal.
I’m hers.
Completely bewitched.
With zero interest in undoing the spell.